The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron gate of the keep did not groan when it opened; it simply ceased to exist as a barrier, dissolving into the wet, rotting air of the valley below. I stood at the precipice, my hand resting on the cold, slick metal of the portcullis mechanism, feeling the vibration of the engine deep within the stone foundations. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the distinction having eroded...

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